Tag Archives: Artist

The Unnoticed Batman, Suburban Pearls and Divine Muppet Dolls: The Art of Glenn Priestley

Glenn Priestley is a Fredericton, New Brunswick artist whose drawings, pastels and oil paintings can elevate aspects of daily life, even the mundane, to classical opulence. The intuitive play he creates is a confluence in the interacting figures, everyday places, and a rediscovery of forgotten kitsch treasures. It’s a balance that can only be struck by an artist who has achieved a mastery of skill in the language of painting, colour and form. Continue reading The Unnoticed Batman, Suburban Pearls and Divine Muppet Dolls: The Art of Glenn Priestley

Deanna Musgrave: Expressing The Ephemeral, The Intangible, The Invisible

Art is a lot like religion. It’s an expression of our perception  of the world around us. Some is very deliberate, with a strong sense of tradition, finding comfort in long-established rules. Some is created in opposition to those rules, and some, like wild shamans, are happy to find a basis in their own unique experiences. What becomes apparent when you spend time talking with artists, is that, whichever the case, that perception, and the expression of it, is vivid, sacred, and compulsory.  So when asking Deanna Musgrave about her artistic process, it wasn’t surprising when she began working out my astrological profile. Continue reading Deanna Musgrave: Expressing The Ephemeral, The Intangible, The Invisible

Krista Hasson Gathers No Moss

It wouldn’t be fair to call Krista Hasson a painter. It’s too limiting. She’s an autodidact with the barely contained energy of a small star. It gives the impression that at any moment you might be engulfed in a supernova as she reinvents herself in a new medium;  consumed in the sound and the fury. Fortunately, as Krista is quick to point out, she’s also a goofball. Continue reading Krista Hasson Gathers No Moss

Dale Cook: The Tell-All Story

Mother’s Day is fast approaching, and for everyone who has felt the need to point out that writing an article is nothing compared to the labour of love involved in carrying around a tiny developing human for ten months, here you have it. Ten months in, and finally the first chance I’ve had to write about my favourite artist, and undoubtedly The East’s greatest supporter, my own dear mother, Dale Cook. Continue reading Dale Cook: The Tell-All Story